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BENNETT PARKED NEAR BLOSSOMS AND stepped from his SUV. He’d just been with the City Attorney for an afternoon-long meeting, and legal terms were swirling painfully in his brain. Depositions, discovery, evidence. Part of the job, but not the part he liked. He’d been through enough litigation with Jeremy on the Seabreeze Inn property. And now from Darla, of all people.
As Imani was finishing with another customer, she lifted her chin toward him. “Have you met the mayor of Summer Beach?” Imani introduced a new summer resident who had just arrived for the horse races in nearby Del Mar. The man had manicured nails and expensive, dark sunglasses.
“Welcome to Summer Beach,” Bennett said, shaking the man’s hand. “Where are you staying?”
“We bought a home in the old section. My wife loves ol
